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Saturday, February 19, 2005![[Comic for Saturday, February 19, 2005]](/comics/gpf20050219U7KyV.jpg)
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[[Akhilesh carries Trudy back to his couch]]
Trudy: In the awkward silence afterward, he returns me to the couch, as if nothing ever happened.
Trudy: But then he says something odd, something no one ever said to me:
Akhilesh: You are tired and need more rest. But if you want to talk about anything, anything at all, I will always be ready to listen.
[[Akhilesh goes to the kitchen]]
Trudy: He leaves me then, and I hear him locking up the knives where I can't reach them. I want to cry again, but I have no more tears to shed.
Trudy: Then I hear him talking quietly, although no one else is there. Then I realize what he says.
Trudy: He is praying. He is praying for me.
